![]() It was comforting to know that even if Porter’s improv group, Scared Scriptless, had a theater that was newer and shinier than ours, it still featured the obligatory disgusting backstage area. Maneuvering from center stage through the darkness of the wings to the backstage area, I took a seat on the ratty couch that must have hosted at least seven generations of drama geek tears and farts. It was a gorgeous space with a shiny wood stage and rows of red velvet seats that were currently filled with the butts of one hundred and eighty high school students. Porter Township High School had a brand-new theater where we’d been invited to perform tonight in the Comedy Mash-Up. ![]() I could practically smell the nervous sweat under my pits as I peeked out from behind the curtains at the packed house. To Brian and Emerson, for holding my heart Chapter One To my mom Evelyn, dad Don, and sister Theresa, for believing ![]()
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